12-18-2020, 04:13 PM
When all four of Clegane's legs are firmly on the ground again, a mild curse hisses through his clenched teeth. But he doesn't have time to let the feelings of frustration smolder. The sound of sand shifting below hooves causes him to turn his broad head, wide, silver eyes looking towards the line of trees.
His cheeks and tasseled ears grow warm as a soft-blue mare comes to stand beside him. The swirling wind around them seems to hold it's breath, so still it's almost quivering. He finds the stranger's inviting brown eyes, and he can't help the faint smile that makes his scarred and ragged face a little less terrible.
Augusta. Her whispered name leaves her lips, and he tries to swallow the sudden lump in his throat - to be so alone, then so suddenly in the company of one so beautiful having rocked him. But when he finds his voice after briefly clearing his throat, and it is surprisingly steady.
"Clegane," the stallion replies, giving a small dip of his head. With an exhale, the ocean breeze returns, gently tumbling between them, and swirling together the scents of the places they have been. He had never thought that pine and hickory and smelled so sweetly as it did right then.
"I have nowhere to be but here," he offers, the far off pampas for a moment, forgotten.
clegane
@[Augusta]
